Words to an invisible friend . . . printed here because I realized after sending the message this morning how very few times in my life I have asked people to stay.
I got your messages this morning, and then I cried.
Your words sounded too much like a goodbye.
I have no magic …Stay
I attend a cookie exchange hosted by a woman I have never met. Two year old Maj has helped me make chocolate chip cookies. I am nervous as we park the car and walk to the door. I am not good at making friends. I am not good at being vulnerable.
I hold the …Whispered fingertips
Someone spoke to me of triggers the other day.
They meant memory triggers.
That experience when something in your current life suddenly flashes connectively to some earlier part of your life that you had not been considering at all . . . and now it is all that you can see. And then that …Triggered
This is me . . . letting go.
Of a friendship I thought would last forever, but which has turned out to be more fragile than I imagined. And the harm? Mostly my fault.
Mostly my fault and yet out of my control. If you have been reading along and paying attention, you know …Letting go